I think this is me, @the-angriest-angel
“I thought there’d be a lot less… people. Talking. In person. I mean, communications is my job. I talk to people all over the world. I’d just rather do it from space. ”
Out of all the things I’ve received at pride parades, as a Christian, this one is my favorite.
Azarath Metrion Zinthos…
*at the time of this performance, the Port Arthur massacre that resulted in 35 killed and 23 wounded was the worst mass shooting in history.
Jupiter in Ultraviolet
via reddit
Have some cute hugs. For all my Jolijah pals.
Thunderbirds are Go+ Name Meanings
Happy birthday @doyouheartheangrymen!
Some swearing. Very little plot. Written quickly. No explanation. PG.
Rhythmic thudding in a house full of teenagers had been a warning sound. It was the kind of noise that made Scott nope right out of the house. But the teens had all grown (bar one) and such sounds were not to be feared with as much consternation.
So when Scott was heading to the firing range – determined to pip the ace again – and heard the rhythmic thud, he stopped. He turned towards the gym door, cocked his head to the side, and listened. Punching bag, he thought. Pretty strong jabs but it’s not Virgil – he’s crying into his paint pots because his pointillism isn’t working out. Not Kayo – she’s on patrol. The two kids are upstairs, locked in an epic battle with some dragon or something… And the punches aren’t hard enough to be Grandma’s.
It left only one culprit.
He pushed the door open with the flat of his hand and, lo and behold, was the killer of punch bags, the stuffing knocker-outer himself: John.
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Today’s not the day - but today is relative to where you are, so what the hell. Today may not even be today, but today could be today. *inserts pointless caption*
I'm a writer, a little strange, and a serial series watcher. That's about all there is to me. Find me on https://archiveofourown.org/users/ToxikCherrys16/pseuds/ToxikCherrys16 and https://m.fanfiction.net/u/4642750/ToxikCherrys16
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